A Special Place I Call Home

A Special Place I Call Home

My special place, that I call home, for when I am there I feel more at home then anywhere.  I am far from family and friends, surrounded by strangers that do not seem strange or distant at all, but rather like long lost kin folk that I am sure my past spirits have known.

My special place that I call home where eagles soar in such abundance that I sit in awe and disbelief to be so blessed to live among them   Their calls to one another from tree top to tree top or the power of their wings as they fly at breakneck speed to pluck their prey from the sea.

My special place that I call home, watching shore birds do their rhythmic dance, sheets of white moving and flowing so in sync with one another, their reason for their frolic or the purpose to their moves I am not aware but I can imagine the timing of their dance with a symphony of music

My special place that I call home, staring out into the sea waiting for a glimpse of the mighty Orca,  but just as excited to see sea otters, seals and sea lions. I love the bark of the sea lion, sounding so grumpy as they roll along through the tides but having such silly grins on their faces.  as if they are amused at something only they can see.

My special place that I call home, following deer tracks as they show their path from bush to shoreline and back again. Perhaps they too like to watch the sunrise and sunset to reflect on their day as it ends and their morning as a new one begins.  

Waking and sleeping to the sounds of the waves, 

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from raging  pounding surf to calm lapping waters, the sounds lulling you to slumber but then rousing you with anticipation.

Every day, every moment something to see, to believe in, to remind me to live to breath to love to laugh.

My Special Place

Thank you for reading Live Love Laugh,

Catherine Deslippe

Laundry – Back to My Roots

First rocks and now laundry…. Do you get a sense I have been in need for the simpler things in life?

The morning here is slightly overcast. The sun and the ocean marine layer are fighting with each other for space in the sky.  For now the marine layer wins out and the winds toss around a fine mist so gentle you wonder if it is mist at all.

Saturday morning laundry is one of the chores we did as children and it was one of my favorite ones.  I simply love laundry.  I love the idea of the dirty clothes going in and then coming out with that clean smell (all natural lavender and rosemary soap of course).   The aromatic smell of clean clothes awe…….

Today,  just like when I was a child I get to hang my laundry outside.  Back then, way back then I used to wait in anticipation for the washer to finish anxious to get the clothes on line. Today was that day, the one that took me back to those moments.

Try to imagine a breeze blowing off the ocean the shorebirds and seagulls calling out to one another, the winds rustling through the trees and me hanging sweet smelling laundry just like my mom taught me

I took my time hanging everything just right so that it would dry with that crisp outside feeling, wishing that I had more to wash, more to hang and more moments like this in my life.

I think if there is a heaven this moment, this feeling must be part of it,

Thank you for reading and being part of my journey

Catherine